The Undead Poem by Melanie Walendowsky Baker
The Undead
with memories alive
of the undead,
how can i cope
with myself instead?
the haunting and teasing
are too much to bear,
why can't i just send them
far away somewhere?
i'm tired of thinking
of how to go on,
i'm drained from believing
in life's marathon.
'keep searching for peace'
is all that i say,
when the undead haunt
and won't go away.
(Itajaí,21 April,2009)
ur words are amazingly done.. u are brilliant as well as this poem!
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/20/2024 5:13:42 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Excellent read in this one Melanie...well written...10++